Just Kate: His Only Wife (Bestselling Author Collection) by Linda Lael Miller, Cathy McDavid

going to need a plane to fly.”
    Kate’s muscles went limp, then tensed again, going taut as piano wire. The plane came to a stop, and she closed her eyes in relief. Her heart was hammering, and she wasn’t sure whether it was the unscheduled landing that had caused it, or the prospect of Sean’s lovemaking.
    He opened his door and climbed out onto the wing, then jumped nimbly to the ground. Kate was still trembling in her seat when he came around, got up onto the wing on her side and opened the door.
    His eyes full of mischief and promise, he kept his gaze fixed to Kate’s all the while he was unfastening her seat belt and turning her to face him. Her legs dangled outside the plane, on either side of his hips.
    “Oh,” Kate whimpered as he began unbuttoning her shirt.
    He soon had that laid aside and her undershirt up beneath her armpits. Her breasts were warm and swollen under his gaze, their peaks pouting for his attention.
    She cried out in mingled relief and despair when his mouth closed over one of her nipples. “A—aren’t you even going to kiss me?” she asked.
    He drew back long enough to answer, “I’m past that, thanks to your teasing. Now you’ll have to pay the piper.”
    Sean took a long time at Kate’s breasts, enjoying first one and then the other. When he finally pressed her back across her own seat and his, she was almost out of her mind with need. She felt the snap open on her jeans, trembled as they slid, her panties with them, down over her hips.
    Ever so lightly, Sean kissed the tangled silk that sheltered Kate’s femininity from all but him. She moaned and lifted her hips as an offering, but he only teased her with more kisses. At the same time, his hands were busy removing her boots, pulling her jeans and panties down and off.
    When Kate was thrashing from side to side, frantic with need, he raised up. She felt all the familiar doubts and fears, all the old insecurities, but they weren’t enough to stop her. She held her breath as he opened his zipper and freed himself. When he entered her, she became a wild thing, clutching at him with her hands and wrapping her legs around his hips.
    Although she urged him to hurry, Sean’s pace was slow and rhythmic. He meant to extract the last ounce of response from Kate before satisfying himself, and that knowledge only increased her frenzy.
    When she was on the edge, he stopped to enjoy her breasts again at his leisure. Kate was woman at her most primitive; she pleaded, she threatened, she wheedled and bargained.
    At last, with a low moan of his own, Sean gave in. He began to move more rapidly, and the friction made Kate cry out and stiffen as satisfaction overtook her. She was torn apart in those moments, and reassembled into a new, softer and gentler woman. She had been mastered, like a wild mare broken to ride, and the feeling was glorious.
    Sean’s release was a violent one. He lunged deep inside Kate and hurled his head back, his teeth bared over a string of savage endearments.
    Kate cupped his taut buttocks in her hands as his powerful body bucked several more times, and then he fell to her breasts, gasping for air. Within moments, he was rolling a taut nipple between his lips and then suckling hungrily even as his torso heaved with the effort to breathe.
    Kate plunged her fingers into his hair. She would have been content to hold him like that all day but, when he’d had a long turn at both her breasts, he raised his head and pulled her undershirt down. While he fetched Kate’s panties and jeans from the wing, she hastily buttoned her shirt.
    He bent and kissed both her knees before handing her the rest of her clothes. “You’re a bad girl, sheila,” he scolded. “Maybe that’s why I like you so much.”
    Kate wished he would have said he loved her, but she’d long since learned that wishes were one thing and reality was very often another. “You’re a scoundrel,” she said, wrenching on her panties and jeans. “Where are my